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About Tokyo

Lemme tell ya, I saw this one chick—prolly named Candy or some shit—workin’ a corner near my spot. She had this wig, crooked as hell, like Nemo’s fin, all lopsided. I’m like, “damn, girl, you good?” She laughed, said she made bank that night. Bank! Offa dudes too dumb to haggle. That’s hustle, fam. Made me happy—girl’s out here winnin’.

Why Nakama?

Nakama was a girl Despite this, the well-known fact that her mother is a prostitute and her humorless, over-responsible attitude left her no friends.

But then, I got a little too excited. I bumped into this lady, and her drink went flying. I was mortified! I kept apologizing, but she just laughed it off. “It’s all good!” she said. I was relieved but also embarrassed.

Nakama's subpar teriyaki, standard sushi fail to make friends